I'm in a writing contest over on the WB HP fanfiction boards, its called Playlist and the prompts are based on music and song lyrics. (And just in case you are from there, the name I am using there is a pseudonym so no need to freak out that I stole Kayley's story, I am Kayley.) Here is what I came up with for the first round. I scored a 27 out of 30 so I was pretty happy with that. My main problem was not having enough background information in the story, so I will just update you at the end in case you can't tell where it is from.

I will continue to upload my entries for the duration of the competition so you can take a look at what I have come up with.

For this round we were given eight lines each from six songs by different artists and asked to pull something out of one of them to create a one-shot around. The song I chose was "One Lonely Visitor" by Chevelle and I actually chose the title as my inspiration.

This piece is currently untitled so if you have any ideas for a title please let me know! If I chose your title you will be credited!

Ps. I know its really short.

I sit with my back against the wall. How fitting, given my current situation. Kill or be killed, that is how it will end, I'm sure of it.

The water on the floor, like a mirror, reflects the agony on my face. The only disturbance to the surface is the single tear that cascades down my cheek before dropping into the pool at my feet. I sigh, contemplating the future.

I'm not alone in this room; the company I keep is with the memory of a gruesome past. I don't need to speak; I've already told her my story.

She sits, if a ghost can sit, on the sink. She faces away from me, a doomed boy, for I am just a boy, far too young to be faced with such a mission. She sneaks a peek at me through the mirror, as if she doesn't know that I am watching her. If I were more disruptful she would be bothered by my presence, but I keep to myself. I seek solitude as opposed to sympathy. That is why she lets me stay.

Is it a coincidence that the reason for her situation is the same reason for mine? Perhaps that is why I have come to her humble abode when I need to reflect on my past and plan for my future. She was the victim of a strange and mysterious creature, who came into being through evil itself. A similar evil to what forces me to plot and plan and soon to take my victim.

To some, I chose this evil myself. I would not argue that fact. However, I would add that it has also been born into me, like a destiny of sorts. That brings up the age old debate, nurture or nature? Personally I would say both. My parents have chosen a certain lifestyle, and in the beginning I did not have a choice in whether I wanted to share in that belief or not. As I have gotten older and more mature I have slowly been handed more freedom, and yet I have not changed my path, therefore I am partly to blame for my future actions.

To be clear on this instance, I do believe my victim has done no wrong to me. But he has threatened the way of life that I have accepted and therefore I will go on with my given task, regardless of the pain it puts me through. Because the pain I suffer now is nothing compared to the pain I will surely experience if I fail. Not only the pain I will feel but the pain my family will feel, both physical and emotional, is too much to surrender by giving up now.

I am brought out of the 'what ifs' and 'buts' and into the present by the sound of the water dripping from the tap. I look at my gracious hostess staring back at me in the mirror and don a small smile for her sake. When I leave and never return she will undoubtedly be alone.

I am her one lonely visitor. The only one who keeps coming back for more. I accept my loneliness as a part of my given task; I wouldn't have it any other way. But maybe she is lonely too. Maybe I am her salvation from the boredom that she must certainly feel. She will surely be the lonely one now. And I will have been her only refuge.

Background: If you couldn't tell that was Draco Malfoy in the second floor girl's washroom. Moaning Myrtle is his company. This event is referenced in HPB where Myrtle mentions to someone (I forget who, if you remember please let me know) that a boy has been crying in her washroom. There is also the scene in the bathroom where Harry uses the Sectumsemptra spell on Draco and he (DM) bleeds massively and Snape comes and blah blah blah.

Side Note: My apologies to everyone who has me on author alert in hopes I will update The Fred and George Variety Show. As of the most recent episode posted (which was a long time ago, I know) I haven't come up with any new episodes. I haven't forgotten about how loyal you guys have been and all the little messages I have been getting since with people expressing their love for the series. I will eventually churn out another edition but I want to make sure I don't just write some piece of garbage just for the heck of it. I want it to be up to the same glorious fluff level that you have all come to love and expect, so when a new episode comes out it will be awesome, I just don't know how soon or far away that will be. Thanks for all your support!